Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.